When it comes to choosing paths in life, we guys stand at crossroads. One path
leads to utter misery and despair while the other to complete and total extinction.
Let us all hope that we have the wisdom to choose the right path. Or mebbe we
can have the best of both worlds by going and watching Tumse Se Accha Kaun Hai!
We all know that they never throw out the trash in Bollywood - they just recycle 'em into films and this flick is a case in point. Down in the dunes of Jaisalmer stays one man fiddler, guide and clown - school reject Arjun Singh (Nakul Kapoor) whose main aim in life is to turn full time crooner. He meets a gal Naina (Aarti Chabria), who eggs his talents (or what seem to be passing off as that) on and tells him to go to Mumbai to pursue a full time career in singing.
So off goes our banjo-toting pal into the mean metropolis and soon finds himself wading neck deep in rejections. Luckily for him he gets a roof over his head and the company of three different women when he stays at Naina's place. And he still wants to be a singer. Sheesh, someone sort out this guy's priorities in life!
Anyway, during his trials and tribulations of making it big, he encounters Bobby (Kim Sharma), whose only flair aajkal seems to be in her nostrils. The daughter of a big time shark, she takes on to promoting him and turns him into a huge star. We all know the hackneyed twist that follows -give the woman an inch and she'll park a car on it, which is exactly what happens here. Bobby falls in love with the half wit hero while he moons over Naina. This is when the grass kicks in and tells you that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
Someone please get Nakul Kapoor out of my face! What was with the Ali Baba and Chalees Chor dressing? Most of the sequences with the songs and stuff looked straight out of Doordarshan's 'Potli Baba Ki' (if some folks still remember that show!).
Well, as if the movie didn't suck by itself, we have to deal with the offshore cacophony provided by Nadeem Shravan inc. Nakul Kapoor is like a scruffy puppy that hasn't seen the face of dog shampoo since the day that God decided there should be light and dog shampoo, whereas Aarti Chhabria can't act or emote for the love of the same aforementioned Lord. Spunky Kim Sharma looks cute but why does her expression seem like she's constantly inhaling without consequently letting out air from the same two nostrils... inhaaaaale... inhaaaale?
This is one of those flicks which if it was a discount coupon, no one would cash
in on it. The story is older than time, and has nothing to sustain flagging interests.
Sheesh God... I have the salt, now where on earth can I find the popcorn?